Fiona shrieked. “There’s only water ahead!” “There’s a strong current here. It’s taken the ice out,” Tom said, remembering Enoch’s warning when they had crossed earlier in the winter. In the spring, the currents shift beneath the ice and could leave you stranded, or you could fall through and drown. “What’ll we do?” Fiona cried. “We could be carried out to sea if we’re on an ice pan.” “We’re not. We’re on the stable side,” Tom insisted. “You saw the markers. They’re right where they’re supposed to be, and anchored to the bottom.” If only the storm would stop, maybe someone would see the slide and rescue them. “Perhaps we could follow the water,” suggested “It may end somewhere, and then we could cross.” Tom nodded. “Which way, though? The stream heads from west to east, heading out to sea.” “Head west. That’s safer. Let me see the compass.” Tom didn’t answer. Instead he said, “We’ll turn to our right—that’s west—and follow the stream of water for a while.”
What do You think about Thunder From The Sea (2004)?
